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Appropriately Non-Sexual

Summary:

The night that Greta goes on the date with the veterinarian, Carson feels bad about what she said the day before. Then, Greta hits back (figuratively), and Carson excuses herself. Greta goes back to confront her, and, uh, more stuff happens.

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Me before selling my soul to this show: I’ve never written smut before!

Take a shot every time I say “stifled a moan”

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“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you.”

The words stung. They had exchanged these words the first night they were both officially Peaches. Carson meant it then, she just didn’t know how much she meant it. 

Carson knew that maybe she went too far when she said she was not like Greta but instead, in her words, she was normal. That had to hurt. That had to be why Greta suggested Carson go on the date with her. She probably wanted Carson to see that she could be “normal” too. She probably wanted to make Carson feel…

Fuck, she couldn’t take it. She excused herself from the table and walked as quickly as she could to the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and wanted to cry, but she didn’t know quite why. What was this? Why was she feeling like this about Greta? She was married. She was happy with Charlie. Of course she was. She was just fine. She took a deep breath, held it in, and slowly let it out. She wasn’t going to go back to the table with tear stained eyes. 

As she took another deep breath, she heard footsteps coming in the bathroom. 

“You were the one that said you just wanted to be friends.” Greta glared at her and crossed her arms. 

“You did this to me. You kissed me. I was fine before I met you.” Carson felt a heat rising in her chest. 

“You were not fine, and you know it!” 

Deep down, Carson knew she was right. If she was fine, she wouldn’t have written that letter. She wouldn’t have kissed Greta back that night. She wouldn’t have run off in the first place. Her heart pounded. 

“What do you want me to say, huh? Do you want me to say that I’m jealous?” She was. “Do you want me to say that I… have feelings for you?” She hesitated a moment, trying to find the right words. “Fine. I do.”

“Finally.” Greta breathed. Of course she was right. How could Carson not have feelings for her. But it wasn’t right. She was married. She was a woman. Greta was a woman. She shouldn’t have these feelings for another woman. 

“But I can’t burn it all down. I’m not like you, Greta.” She didn’t mean… she didn’t mean like that. She wasn’t brave enough to even think the word. She meant that she wasn’t brave enough. That’s all. 

She didn’t realize it, but she had taken another step closer to Greta. They stood inches apart. 

“Yeah. I guess you’re not.”

Fuck. Greta turned to storm away. 

“Greta, wait—” Carson didn’t know what she wanted to say. She didn’t want to apologize; she didn’t know what she would apologize for. She wanted… she wanted her. 

Greta turned back and kissed Carson, neither of them seeming to care that anyone could walk into the restroom. Carson grabbed Greta’s hips and pulled her in closer, just like that night in the bar. Greta moved her hands up Carson’s back, grabbing a fistful of hair. It almost felt like a repeat of that night, but there was something else between them. 

Carson pushed her into one of the bathroom stalls and Greta locked the door. Carson moved her lips to Greta’s neck, biting it as she went down. She knew not to leave a mark (that wouldn’t look too ladylike at tomorrow’s game), but Greta moaned as her teeth moved down. 

“You’re an asshole, Carson. But you’re more like me than you think.”

Carson didn’t know what she was doing. Her head was dizzy with want — all she wanted was Greta’s body against her, somehow, in the tiny stall. She didn’t care about the veterinarian out at the table, Shirley, or really anyone else in the damn restaurant. 

“You drive me fucking crazy.” She said as she bit Greta’s shoulder over her dress. “I need you.”

“Fuck, take it off.”

Carson obeyed, moving her hands down Greta’s perfect torso to remove the dress. As she pulled it over her head, Greta pushed Carson against the other wall, unbuttoned her top, and threw it to the floor, revealing her silk brassiere. She grabbed Carson’s breast and felt it peak under the thin fabric underneath her palm. She lifted Carson’s skirt and brought her knee between Carson’s legs, right up against her heat. She caught Carson’s moans in her own mouth, drinking them in like wine.

God, she knew Greta was beautiful, but in the cramped stall, pressing her against the wall, she was heavenly. 

Greta’s hand moved down and she rubbed Carson’s clit over the fabric, making small circles with her fingers. 

She leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Do you want more?” Carson furiously nodded. “Take them off then.” Carson obeyed, and Greta put two fingers inside her, curling her fingers and moving them in and out. Her palm rubbed against Carson’s clit, and she used her leg to push her into the wall to add more pressure. Carson wrapped her arms around her, trying not to fall over. 

Fuck, she never felt like this before. Whenever she and Charlie were together, it was chaste. This was… well, the opposite. Her hands were desperate, trying to touch Greta wherever she could. She wanted her, completely. She wanted to be wanted, completely. Greta furiously fucked her, and Carson threw her head into Greta’s neck, trying to stifle a moan. Greta used her free hand to cover her mouth, pushing her head against the wall. Carson didn’t mind — she got to watch Greta as she worked. 

“Listen to you.” She hissed. Carson was grateful for the hand over her mouth. Fuck, she was so hot like this. “You say you’re not like me. Listen to how fucking wet you are for me. Listen to how you sound for me.” Carson couldn’t tell if she was still angry with her, but she almost didn’t care. She just wanted Greta. 

Carson rolled her head so she could speak. “Greta… Greta… I’m…”

Greta flashed a smile. Carson didn’t realize she hadn’t smiled the whole time, but this must have been what she wanted. “Come for me then Carson.” She leaned in again, bit her earlobe, and whispered. “Show me how much you wanted me.”

Carson’s hand flew to her own mouth as she came, stifling her own moans. God, she wanted to ride this wave forever. She wanted to feel Greta on her skin forever. She wanted this feeling to last. 

Greta slowed down and took her fingers out, licking them one by one. She smiled another devilish smile. Carson took a moment to catch her breath, but she caught herself grinning as well. 

“Finally, huh?” 

“Don’t act like you didn’t want to.”

There was no use lying about it anymore. Greta seemed to read her like a book. “Of course I did.” She picked up her underwear from the floor. “I don’t know if this follows the rules though.”

Greta had forgotten about the rules, both hers and Sarge’s, for the last few minutes. She picked up her dress and put it back on. “Definitely not appropriately non-sexual.”

Carson knew they couldn’t stay in the stall forever, but she stood on her toes to kiss Greta again. This one felt different. It wasn’t angry, impatient. It was… different. 

“You go out first,” Greta said, nodding towards the door. “Tell them I’ll be right back out.”

Carson left without another word or even another kiss. She knew it would be suspicious if they were away together for any longer. She washed her hands, wiped the lipstick off from her skin, and lingered by the sink for a moment. 

She heard Greta stifle a moan from inside the stall.